Age is just a number (A Harry Styles fanfic)

Bio: hi I'm Brie, if you are wondering yes I'm Louis Tomlinson little sister. This is the first summer I get to stay with him and the rest of One Direction. I miss Lou so much. He's never home anymore so I can't wait to see him.



7. contact police


Brie POV~   Later on that day, I hopped on Twitter. Harry put up a picture of me, it was a picture of me sleeping.    " Isn't she lovely? @brie_tomlinson."    I blush at the caption. Some comments caught my eye, I scrolled down reading them. Tears escaped my eyes, I slammed the lid of my laptop closed. I ran out of my room looking for Niall.    " Niall," I call knocking on his door.    He opened the door and he saw me in tears. I crashed into his arms and he held me tight. I love his Horan Hugs, they make me feel better sometimes. He pulls me into the room and closes the door. He sits down on his bed and I sit in his lap.    " What happened Brie-Brie?"    " Harry put a picture up of me on Twitter and, and I read through the comments." I sob into his chest.    He strokes my hair.    " We all get hate Brie. I get told I'm ugly and I don't deserve to be in the band. Some girls won't let me sign their Cd's or even be in pictures with them. I pretend it doesn't bother me but deep down it hurts so much. But you've got to learn to ignore them," his voice cracked. He was crying too.    " I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry."    " It's okay. But promise me you won't let hate get you down like this again."    " I'll try if you try. Ignore those bitches who don't want you, it's their loss." He chuckles.    " You swear just like Louie."    " Where do you think I get it from?"    He laughs again. He wipes my tears away with his thumb. Then he kisses me forehead, I kiss his cheek. Then I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him. His arms found their way to my waist and he hugged me back.     " Sing something for me?"    " What?" I ask confused.    He picks up his guitar and starts to strum a song. It's 'Safe and Sound' by: Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars.    " I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'd never let you go. But all those shadows almost killed your light. I remember you said," Don't leave me alone." But all that's dead and gone and past, tonight. Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound." I sing.    I continue the song. It really is a beautiful song. When I finish, Niall hugged me.    " We'll be alright," he whispers in my ear.    I smile. Niall is such a sweetheart and all who don't see it, it's there loss. I'll never understand why people hate on him. There's a knock on the door, Niall goes to open it. Curly stands in the hallway.    " Brie-Brie," Niall yells.    I get off his bed and go into the hallway. Niall closes the door behind me. Harry gives me a look.    " Did I interrupt something?"    " No! I was just talking with Ni, then he wanted me to sing a song. You're good," I reassure him.    " Oh, I just wanted to say that our dates tonight," he smiles.    " Okay."    " Wear something nice Tommo. No sweats or jeans aloud."    I groan, he knows I hate to be all girly and dress up.   " Fine, but I'm not wearing heels. You can forget it Curly."   " Deal."   I walk off toward my room. I turn back to him, he's staring at my bum.   " Enjoying yourself?" I yell down the hall.   " Very much," he smirks.   I go into my room and close the door. That boy! My suitcases are still sitting by my bed packed. I pull them over to the dresser. I unpack everything. I hung what needed to be hung and put all my shoes away. For staying the whole summer, I packed a lot. I went back to my closet and pulled out the only dress I own. It's a knee length baby blue dress with a black shash. It's strapless, so I grab my black leather jacket to go with it. For shoes, I pull out my high top black Chuck Taylor's. I go to throw it all on my bed. I pass by a mirror on the way there. Crap! I drop everything and rush to the mirror. I slept in my contacts! I quickly take them out and put them in their case. Guess I have to wear my glasses for a while. They are black aviators with green arms. I put them on and pick the dress and jacket up off the floor. I lay them out on my bed. It's still early so I join the boys in the living room. I go over and sit in Niall's lap, he wraps his arms around my waist. I always feel save in his arms.   " I miss seeing you in your glasses," he whispers in my ear.   " I forgot I had them in, I slept with them in last night."   " You naughty, naughty girl," he shouts.   " What are you going to do call the contact police on me?" I ask pretending to be scared.   He makes a phone with his hands and talks in his announcer voice.   " Hello? Contact Police? I have a naughty girl here who slept in her contacts. I understand, thank you very much." he pretends to hang up. Everyone burst out laughing at how silly that was.   " What did they say?" I ask.   " They said you have to serve a night in jail. No date with Harry!" he picks me up and puts me over his shoulder.   " Don't worry babe, I'll bust you out," Harry calls as Niall runs up the stairs.   I start to punch Niall's back thinking he might let me go. " Stop punching me!" he whines. I stop and he throws me on my bed and quickly runs out and locks the door. I get up and start pounding on it.   " Niall James Horan! Let me out this instant!" I yell.   " No can do babe, strict orders from the C.P themselves," he chuckles," just holler if you get hungry."   I hear him walk away. Great, just great, locked in my room. My phone beeps on my nightstand. I pick it up, unlock it, and read the text. Curly :) : Don't worry babe, I rescue you! Get all dolled up for our date and be ready at eight. xx I rolled my eyes and typed back.   Me: If you say so Curly.   I look at the clock, it's almost five o'clock. I'm starving we didn't have lunch.   " NIALL!" I scream at the top of my lungs.   " Yes, prisoner?" I hear him ask from outside the door a minute later.   " I'm starvin'!"   " Be right back," he hear him walk off.   Here's my chance it's time for a prison break. I grab my hockey stick that I brought with me from the closet. I play hockey back home so I brought it with me so the guys and I could play. I hide in my bathroom and wait for Niall to unlock the door. I hear someone unlocking it, but it isn't Niall who walks in, it's Zayn.   " Sedia?" he calls.   " Zayn," I walk out of my bathroom with the hockey stick.   " What are you doing here?"   " Niall sent me up with your dinner. He thought you might try to hurt him." he looks at the hockey stick.   I put it behind my back, " What! Me hurt Niall, I would never," I say sarcastically putting my other hand on my heart. Zayn chuckles. He was always like another brother to me too. He's so sweet, funny, and caring, I can always go to him for anything. I put the hockey stick back in my closet. When I come back out, he hands me a plate of pasta.   " Harry made it. He's an amazing cook."   " Thanks."   " Don't worry, I think Harry has a plan to bust you out," he whispers.   " Okay. Thanks again Zayn."   " No problem babe," he hugs me.   Then he walks out of the room and locks my door again. I start to devour the pasta not bothering to sit down.  


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